Su Dongpo's poem about the ends of the earth is 1. A poem describing the ends of the earth.
First song
In the foreseeable future, the other side of the cloud is the other side of the flower.
A little concerned about the sun and the moon, listening to the cape dust.
-The ends of the earth.-Buyun, Mr. Zhao Puchu
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The second song
I don't know where there is the end of the world.
For the love of sunset glow, I ate the color of the sea, and I sat on the beach in Bai Ou without hesitation.
-Mr Zhao Puchu Yuan Yu.
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The third song
The eagle touches the sea and flies to the horizon.
The vast sky is connected with the coast of Xinjiang, and the waves on the cape beat the sand.
-Zhong Nanshan to Yahe.
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The third song
The birds with blue waves are idle, the water is wide, the clouds are white and the edges are round.
The stone on the cape holds the sun and the moon, and the end of the world is rocky and strong.
The fine sand meets the light waves on the shore, and the green trees send green smoke all over the mountain.
The beautiful scenery is fascinating, and the beautiful scenery in southern Xinjiang is like a fairy.
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The fourth song
Looking back with tears, I abandoned my sister, and the beach heat wave rolled yellow sand, and Miao Village was not inclined.
Green island coconut wind blows the cape, Shengping has the honor to go to the end of the world, and dares to be gorgeous with Chunfang.
Dong Jun, why are you jealous? Rain tears fallen leaves, and wind pulls stubble.
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The fifth song
The breeze dreams of the horizon, and the bamboo leaves shake a word.
Fresh water is like the sun and the moon, and Mohobin shadows the waves.
-Give clear bamboo and light ink
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song 6
Come to the leisurely coast to settle down and dream of romantic poetry.
Sing softly, smile and enrich the world.
-Beautiful dream garden endows jade with elegance and harmony.
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The seventh song
Chasing the sunset to the horizon day by day, the water is green and the mountains are green.
I am Xiangxiang, and I am drunk and sing a song of Huanxisha.
The eighth song
Dreaming still goes to the end of the world, seeing flowers falling with the grass.
If the heart is unshakable, the tide will wash the sand.
Zebei Hefeng endows jade with elegance and harmony.
The ninth song
Shake the stars and the blue sea to chase the world and drink the faint waves of clear water.
Scattered clouds filled the sky, and the tide blew sand everywhere.
2. What are the earliest poems about "Tianya Haijiao"?
1. "Partridge Tian Jian Kang Shangyuan Zuo"
Zhao Ding
The order of the age of the guest is offset. Suddenly, I was shocked to go to momo branch in spring. The ends of the earth are sad, thinking of the heyday of that year.
Flowers make a shadow, the moon is bright. Five clouds are flying in Shuiling Palace. I clearly felt Hua Xu's dream, and when I looked back, I was full of tears.
2. "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
Yan Shu
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
3 "Water Tune Song Tou Jiang Shang Chunshanyuan"
Ge changgeng
Spring mountains are far above the river, and clouds are long below. When we leave each other, we will see the wind of Shuang Yan language. Flowers everywhere, looking back on an old friend thousands of miles away, worrying about wine. In front of Yan Hui Peak Road, the smoke trees are green.
The sound leakage is residual, the lamp flame is short, and the horseshoe is fragrant. Yunfei, the whole body will shadow Xiaoxiang. How many months ago, the wind wandered the ends of the earth, and the soul dream was bleak. It's late spring again, speechless for the sunset.
4. "Tread through the sand, and the ancestral stream stays in the Song Dynasty."
Yan Shu
The ancestors left songs, and the pavilion did not feast. The incense ashes have separated from the face. Living in Ma Yinglin, pedestrians go to the waves.
The soul of the painting gallery disappears, and the tall building is broken. Sunset only sends ordinary waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
5. Year after year in the snow.
Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.